Musica de Al Chapo del Genero: Lyrics Todos los artistas y cantantes de música de Lyrics son individuos talentosos y apasionados que dedican su vida a crear y compartir su arte con el mundo. Su música de Al Chapo tiene el poder de emocionarnos, inspirarnos y conectarnos a un nivel profundo. En este blog FoxMusicaDe, exploraremos el mundo de los artistas y cantantes de música del genero Lyrics, destacando su dedicación, creatividad y contribuciones a la cultura.
Los artistas y cantantes de música tienen la capacidad única de expresar sus emociones y experiencias a través de su voz y talento musical. A través de sus letras y melodías, nos llevan a un viaje emocional y nos permiten conectarnos con nuestras propias emociones.
Además de su talento musical, los artistas y cantantes son verdaderos profesionales en su campo. Trabajan arduamente para perfeccionar su
[Intro: Velly]
Hm, Velly, Velly
Free [?]
(Don't play with him)
Free B Whoa
Free Sumo
(Chapo)
Free Sumo
[Chorus: Velly]
I ain't gon' lie, it was just me
I dropped my dot and they fell deep
They let off three, but that shit weak
I copped me a switch the next damn week
I call Kilo, you know what I need
He like "Whoa, don't trip, I'ma bust my heat"
He gon' empty the clip, the whole thirty
B Whoa like "I'm tryna drip some, please"
I'm like "Chill, nigga, don't you got Ms coming?"
He like "Fuck that, I'm gon' do as I please"
He gon' walk him down 'til he drop to his damn knees
Last words he said was "No, please"
Face shot, nigga, you ain't seen what I seen
That chopper make a nigga scream
Like it was halloween
But it's a trick and ain't no treat
[Verse: H3LLBOY]
I tell her get on her knees
I hit from the back and I'm making her cream
I got two Glocks like I'm banging for Pete
Young Bruce spin shit in a new Jeep
Lil Hot gon' rob that boy for a p
Pop that boy, him and his partner can't breathe
My bitch suck me dry like a leech
This a Perc' 10, I don't pop no bean
That boy think that he fast, but you can not run from a mo'fucking .223
She a redbone, but that lil bitch be choosin', so I just call the bitch green
I just want Gucci, Prada, Dior, I like all designer things
She let me fuck the first night, she ain't even tell me her motherfucking name
[Chorus: Velly]
I ain't gon' lie, it was just me
I dropped my dot and they fell deep
They let off three, but that shit weak
I copped me a switch the next damn week
I call Kilo, you know what I need
He like "Whoa, don't trip, I'ma bust my heat"
He gon' empty the clip, the whole thirty
B Whoa like "I'm tryna drip some, please"
I'm like "Chill, nigga, don't you got Ms coming?"
He like "Fuck that, I'm gon' do as I please"
He gon' walk him down 'til he drop to his damn knees
Last words he said was "No, please"
Face shot, nigga, you ain't seen what I seen
That chopper make a nigga scream
Like it was halloween
But it's a trick and ain't no treat